Guitar Stories

1. Morning Star.The new light of the day,Falls across my furrowed brow,I hear a lovely melody,That's a part of me and how.I awaken from my dreams,And reach for my guitar,I play a song for Lucy,Who is my morning star.Soon she yawns and stretches,Rubbing the slumber from her eyes,Let no man put asunder,What a peaceful fellow tries.As she opens up the window,I bend these strings and strum.I'm just a shadow on the wall,Draped...

Six silver strings, Thick black fingers with pink nails, pull and hammer them into sound A mournful cry of lonely nothing tearful dreamscape, An eternal cry of the trains, Don’t ya hear me calling pretty baby? In a chord of loss, In a beat of desolation, So alone. Six silver strings reflecting moonlight, Reflecting heart, Reflecting soul, The sands drain away. Driving rhythm as restless as the beat of life, Of the never c...

I woke up alone in the bed although I did not know what exactly roused me. I felt the empty pillow next to me... The coolness told me I had been alone for a while.Then I heard it.... that lovely soft sound of the guitar from the living room. Something Spanish. Albéniz I thought but it did not matter. The soft passion of the strings moved inside me. The vibrations resonated though my being. My mind was full of him. Blood b...

I hold in my fist, My girlfriends’ wrists, As I trap her beneath my weight Her tit in my mouth, My other hand travels south, Directing my dick to its fate My guitar in one hand, I give a nod to my band, Then I go to town on the strings With a touch that’s just right, Sweet melody fills the night, And I love the high that sound brings Now I’ve got in my grip, My raging hard dick, Cause I need to unload before bed I stroke...